It's finally here guys. The end of the road for SetoSolace. Thank you all for sticking with this, even through my terrible update schedule. Well, enjoy the last part of Unspoken. Love you guys xx

(Lorcan left, Levi right)

-Seto's POV-

"Brice! Have you seen my mint tea?"

"Check the cupboard above the bread bin, love, I bought some more yesterday!"

I sighed, grunting as I walked over to the top cupboard, reaching up and opening it, smiling as I spotted the delicious bags of ambrosia sitting right at the front, still wrapped and unopened. That new tea smell. Oh husband of mine, you do spoil me.

With one hand cupping under my bulging stomach, I started getting everything out to make my drink, careful not to bump my tummy as I moved around the kitchen.

Three months ago, we had discovered that I was pregnant again, and to say it came as a shock to us would be an understatement.

After Lorcan was born, I didn't think I'd be able to have another baby. The physical trauma of what happened during his birth seemed like too much.

Years later, and I find out I'm carrying again, I almost passed out from shock, much like Brice did the first time round. I still tease him about that, it's hilarious.

Just as the kettle started to come to a boil, I heard footsteps pad down the stairs, and e kitchen door opened, Lorcan walking in, nose in a book, his glasses perched at the end of it.

He closed the door with his foot, robotically trudging to the counter and sitting down, all without even a glance up from his book. That boy, he reads more than I do, and that's saying something.

"Book down if you're gonna eat something, Lor, you know the rules." I hummed, flicking his ear lightly, smirking when he jumped in surprise, glasses bouncing as he huffed, pushing them back up.

"Let me just finish this chapter, dad, then I'll put it away, promise." he muttered, and I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at him fondly.

He looked up at me, and pouted, eyes widening and- oh no! No no no no no no.

"I invented that look, Lorcan Markus Solace, it won't work on me." I hissed, smiling smugly when he groaned, giving up, setting the paperback down with a mock salute.

I chuckled and ruffled his hair, turning back to my tea, taking a sip and letting out a long sigh. Six months and already my spine is ready to snap.

I could hear Lorcan stand up behind me, reaching towards the shelf next to me, giving me a soft smile as he caught my eye.

He set down the jar of peanut butter he just grabbed, and placed his arm around my shoulder in a gentle side hug, and I couldn't help but wince a little, my back cramping. I'd almost forgotten how painful this could be.

"Sit down, dad, I'll make you something." Lorcan mumbled as I reached for the bread, and I sighed, rubbing my bump a little.

"Your father and I have trained you well." I chuckled, wobbling over to the table and lowering myself onto the chair, groaning in relief as the pressure was taken off my back instantly.

Lorcan rolled his eyes, but smirked softly, getting some bread out and starting to make some sandwiches, slathering peanut butter on each of the slices.

"Don't get too used to it, old man." he teased, and I chuckled, looking over at my boy.

Sixteen years and it still seems like just yesterday he was squirming in my arms as I tried to change his diaper.

The day after he was born, and I was fully coherent again - those drugs were some good shit - I almost broke down at how small and fragile he looked, sleeping in his cot by the bed.

I just held him to my chest all day, not letting anyone else hold him, in full protective mode. Brice said I even growled when Adam went to touch the baby.

Looking at my boy now, sixteen nearly seventeen years old and almost taller than his papa, his lean but strong frame a sharp contrast to his friends, it's hard to imagine that he was that same frail infant.

He had Brice's eyes, like I said, cobalt blue ringed with a thin band of silver, the magic he got from me, our little Mage. He had my hair, unruly and feathery, and Lord he inherited my sass!

More than once that snarky mouth of his has gotten him in trouble at school, let me tell you.

Lorcan turned back to face me, two plates of peanut butter sandwiches in his hands, grinning as he walked over, dropping next to me at the table, glancing longingly at his book before passing me my food. Damn I was hungry.

"Thanks, Spud." I sighed, moaning in satisfaction as I took a chunk out of my sandwich. So. Freaking. Good. Mama was hungry!

Lorcan scowled a little, the old name for him when he was in my tummy now an affectionate nickname. He loves it really, it just embarrasses him sometimes.

As we sat, munching our food, I rubbed the top of my bump worriedly. I couldn't help but feel like something would go this time around as well.

Brice told me everything that happened on he day Lorcan was born, and I'm terrified that something similar will happen.

What if the birth goes wrong? What if the baby doesn't make it? What if I don't make it?

All of these thoughts were swimming in my head, and I could feel tears slipping down my face silently. Damn hormones! Certainly didn't miss these.

"Dad?"

I blinked, and sniffed, shaking my head and turning to Lorcan with a weak smile, obviously forced.

"It's nothing, I'm ok." I whispered, wiping my eyes fruitlessly as more tears welled up in my eyes, tumbling out uncontrollably.

Lorcan bit his lip, concerned, and stood rubbing my back before hopping over to the kitchen door, poking his head around after shooting me one last worried glance.

"Papa! Dad's crying." he called gently, and I was both relieved and annoyed. Stupid fucking hormones. My teenage son should not have to call his papa down to deal with me, for gods sake.

The sound of footsteps were heard, and suddenly Brice walked in looking over at me in concern, wiping his no doubt paint splattered hands on his old stained jeans, coming over and wrapping his arms around me gently, letting me bury my face in his neck.

"Lor, can you, go read in the lounge for a sec?" Brice asked quietly, and I could feel his hand rub up and down my back slowly, soothingly, making me relax some.

I may hate the mood swings, but they do give me an excuse to cuddle Brice whenever I want. Swings and roundabouts I suppose.

"Sure, Papa." Lorcan said softly, and I could hear him rustling to pick up his book, and the soft click of the door, before Brice crouched down, letting go of me and cupping my cheek with one hand, the other lacing with the one on top of my bump, running his thumb along the bridge of my nose, making me giggle a bit at the ticklish feeling.

"What's wrong, baby? Why is someone so beautiful crying, eh?" he cooed, making me blush lightly, ducking my head shyly.

Nearly nineteen years of being with this doofus and he can still make me blush damnit.

I shook my head dismissively, trying to smile back at him, but he gave me that look, that said he knew I was lying. I sighed in defeat, gripping my bump tighter, more protectively out of reflex.

"It's nothing really, I-I just..." I began, sniffling as I tried to think of the right words. "M' just scared that this little ones going t-to-"

I cut myself off with a pained hiccup, and a flash of understanding passed over Brice's face, a small, sad smile falling into his features as he used our entwined hands to run over my bump in gentle, nonsensical patterns.

He leaned up, pressing his lips against mine in a slow, assured kiss, pulling away and using his free hand to brush the hair out if my eyes.

"Seto, baby doll, it's fine. What happened las- what happened then isn't going to happen again, ok?" Brice whispered, promised, and I nodded, seeing the sincerity and determination in his eyes.

He was right. It's going to be ok.

I gasped a little when I felt that familiar jolting sensation in my tummy, and Brice chuckled, kissing my bump tenderly.

"Even this little one agrees, huh?" he smirked, and I smiled, genuinely, running my hand through his chaotic blonde hair, fluffing one of his cowlicks back so it stood up evenly. Handsome bastard.

There was a sudden slam of the front door, and I jumped, both hands flying to my stomach instinctively.

"The moron's here!" Lorcan called from the lounge, and Brice rolled his eyes, standing up and helping me to my feet, kissing my temple gently.

"Lorcan, don't call your uncle Adam a moron!" he scolded lightly, and our exasperated son walked in, a teenage scowl on his face.

"I just call 'em as I see 'em." he mumbled, setting his empty plate down in the sink. Hmm, I'm still hungry.

"Who's a moron?"

I grinned widely, wriggling out of Brice's embrace and barrelled into another, as well as a pregnant guy can, almost knocking Ty over as soon as he walked through the door.

Adam trailed in behind him, their two year old daughter, Isabel, attached to his hip, giggling as her daddy poked her nose playfully.

They adopted her about six months ago, and she was so much like Adam it was hard to believe they weren't blood related. It was terrifying.

"Oof. Easy there, baby bro." Ty chuckled, hugging me back gently, his hand slipping down to pet my bump, a fond look in his eye.

I giggled - because ticklish - and pulled back, still grinning. I hadn't seen Ty in a few weeks, since he and Adam and their kids had been taking a vacation, camping with Adam's parents.

"Da, you left your phone in the car." a voice muttered from behind, and out of the corner of my eye I could see Lorcan blush bright red, ducking his head and busting himself with the dishes. Teenagers.

Ty turned towards the sound of the voice, smiling as his seventeen year old son, Levi, walked in, his usually guarded expression softening a little as he handed his father his phone.

He eyed the still blushing Lorcan with a smirk, sidling up next to him and starting up a no doubt flirty conversation. Those two had been giving each other bedroom eyes for months.

Levi was the first addition to the Dalburg family, just two years ago. Initially Ty and Adam had been looking for younger kids, but when Ty noticed Levi, and learnt about his story which was heartbreakingly similar to his own, he was adopted immediately.

The kid was a little stoic, but once he got comfortable with someone he was the biggest softie you'd ever met, and fiercely protective of his da especially.

He and Ty were like two peas in a pod, almost a rival to Ty and I's relationship, although I don't mind. As long as Ty is happy, I'm happy.

Adam let out a whine, pawing at Ty's shoulder, wrangling their daughter as she tried to climb him like a damn monkey.

"Ty, baby, honey muffin, love of my life, shining star, wonderful husband of mine... can I go outside and play with Izzy? She's getting squirmy." he asked desperately, shifting from one leg to the other in order to stop Izzy wriggling any more.

Ty rolled his eyes, and leaned across, kissing Adam lightly before blowing a raspberry on his daughters cheeks, both she and Adam giggling at the affection. Clones, I'm telling you.

Ty smiled, looking in amusement at his dorky husband, and nodded, chuckling as both Adam and Izzy lit up, kissing both his cheeks each quickly before running out the kitchen door laughing and tumbling about as they began to race around in the garden.

I found myself smiling over at Brice, who was grumbling about Adam licking the trees, then back to Ty, as we left for the safety of the lounge, leaving the boys to awkwardly flirt by themselves.

"So, how are you mama bird?" Ty asked, as he sat down opposite Brice and I as Brice helped me to lower myself onto the couch, curling his body around me, careful of his long limbs jostling my bump.

I sighed as I leant into my husband, closing my eyes with a slight smile.

"My back hurts like a bitch, I can't see my feet and I'm pretty sure I have an emotional breakdown at least once a day. I've never been better." I sighed, grinning tiredly over at Ty as he made himself comfy, shrugging.

"Could be worse I suppose. Remember when Mitch was pregnant with Jackson and Alex? He could barely walk without one of us to help him." Ty continued, and we all winced sympathetically at the memory.

Safe to say, bacca hybrid babies are hard work to carry. And Mitch has done it four times and counting!

"They were supposed to be dropping off Luca's old crib today, but I think one of the twins had a dance recital for them to go to, so Jerome said they'd be around tomorrow." I hummed, thinking back to Lorcan's crib days with a nostalgic warmth spreading through me. I get to do that all again in a couple months time.

Ty hummed. "The whole crew is going, they're even taking baby Ida. I think because they couldn't get Colin to baby sit, they kinda just went with it. He and Chase don't get back from Helsinki for another month."

Chase had finally graduated Mage college, the research he took from my pregnancy enough to earn him a Master Scroll First Class. He and Lorcan got on surprisingly well, grumpy Chase having a soft spot for our boy, who like himself had presented as a mage.

Needless to say, after Ty, Chase was the favourite uncle, much to the chagrin of Adam.

Ty opened his mouth as if to say something else, when the door opened, and a bemused looking Adam walked in, Izzy snoozing in his arms, all tuckered out from playing no doubt.

Adam sat down next to Ty, raising an eyebrow at us, and it was weird seeing him so, well, normal.

"Um, you do know that our sons are currently making out against the kitchen counter, right?" he whispered lowly, so as not to wake the sleeping toddler in his arms, although that didn't stop the maniac grin that spread across his face, as if he had won the lottery.

Well damn.

"About freaking time. The UST was killing me." I briefly heard Brice mumble, and I couldn't help but laugh at Ty's gobsmacked face.

He blinked, before he began to splitter, looking as if he'd just been slapped in the face.

"What?! Y-you mean Levi and Lor- what?" he squeaked, a slow grin spreading across his face as Adam leant closer, giggling as he dropped a kiss on top of his head.

"Yep. Told 'em to keep going by my accounts, but hurt my boy and there'll be hell to pay. Basically said the same to Levi if he hurts Spud. Levi blushes more than you, babe." he chuckled, and Ty let out an indignant huff, muttering about having the 'talk' with Levi and making it as awkward for him as possible in revenge.

I looked over at my best friend, my brother, grumbling as his idiotic husband crooned to him about hat gorgeous grandbabies they'd make.

My gaze turned to Brice, his soft smile sending warm butterflies spinning in my stomach, the look of utter adoration in his eyes solely directed at me.

How far we've come in all these years.

I have a family again - albeit a slightly quirky one.

I have my long suffering brother, who I know will always be there for me no matter what.

I have my son, the very light of my life, my fierce little Mage. I have my soon to be child, who I already love just as much.

And I have my husband. My Brice, who's stuck with me ever since that first day beaten, bruised and silent. My rock. The love of my life.

Sometimes the words we leave unspoken are the most important ones that should have been said.

So there's never a day I don't say them with all my heart to the most important man in my life.

"I love you."

*cries because it's one am and UNSPOKEN IS FINISHED GUYS* ;-; love you all, thanks for all the support you gave Leave Me Speechless and Unspoken. For the last I me in his fic, Laika out.